If I was a farmer, I'd totally raise vegetables or fruit because I'm not a big fan of animals. They're messy and noisy, they smell funky, they require constant attention--daily feeding and watering and cleaning-up-after chores. That's why I grow plants on our little plot of land, as opposed to raising chickens or goats. Plants are quiet, undemanding and pretty without all the effort involved in animals. They don't even need water every day and can thrive if ignored.
And yet...every winter I fill the bird feeders and the songbirds flutter in to eat. I glance out my window throughout the day and watch them flocking to the sustenance I've provided. Those cardinals and jays and woodpeckers and sparrows depend upon me, my generosity to trudge through the snowbanks with sacks of seed a few times a week. My faithfulness to purchase birdseed and bring it home for their survival. And each time I look out my window at the tree branches covered with birds I get this strange sense of pride and ownership--Behold my flock! They rely on me to survive! I am Bird Queen! Their mistress and provider! Look on me and sing, feathered friends!
I have no urge to start raising suckling pigs or milk cows, but I think I understand how a farmer feels when they look at their herd or flock. It's a cool satisfaction.